2.16.2007

{le côte devoire.}

there's ink on the sheets.
and my jaw is shifting to the right.
so i know
i've had too much.


dear
eli,
i'm in the middle of the ocean.
i haven't left my room in four days.
i've never been so lonely in my life.
and i think
i'm in love with margot.

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